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As Harry's back was resting on the stone, his eyes immediately flew open as soon as he heard a not so familiar voice. Fixing up his posture, his gaze landed on a recognizable looking student. Not knowing how to act nor what to say, his head only nodded briefly in response, a hum escaping his mouth, since Lucien De Martel, a newbie Slytherin, was the least person he was expecting to be talking to at that moment.

"Well, fortunately," The young man spoke in a quite arrogant voice, breaking the silence. "I can't relate." He paused for a second, as if he was inspecting every inch of Harry from feet away. "You could say I've made some mates."

Once Harry had finally found his voice, he cleared his throat and muttered awkwardly. "Yeah, about that." He glanced up at the blue-eyed boy who had one of his eyebrows arched as if he was eagerly waiting for him to proceed. "Uhm- I really don't get why you're- talking to me?" Harry directly realized that what he said had came out pretty wrong to say the least, so he shook his head and attempted to elaborate. "No- I mean- y'know, as you just said, you're a Slytherin—Slytherin friends and all." He paused, staring at the confused state of Lucien, which you could say quite surprised Harry. He assumed that most of the Slytherins had fed him some ignorant and messed up information about the rest of the houses.
"No- it- it's just that there's this sort of rivalry... Especially between the Gryffindoors and the uhm- Slytherins."

When Harry had finally stopped speaking, he received a heavy chuckle from De Martel, which kind of bewildered him once again. He eyed him, awaiting for him to share what was so funny.

"Yes, they did say some stuff, but to be honest, I just think it's all so fucking stupid." He spat, but not in a harsh tone.

"Aren't your standards supposed to be pretty high? You're a pureb-"

"Muggle born." The new student immediately corrected him, watching the pure confusion plastered on Harry's face.
"Shocking right?" He asked ironically.

Harry did not have the words to respond as his mind was suffused with a mixture of bewilderment and suspicion. A part of him was convinced that it was just a coincidence but the other believed that he may be not speaking the truth, since Lucien was a Slytherin, plus he joined the school late. Why didn't he join as soon as he discovered his magic then? When he was eleven?

Harry mentally shook his head, telling himself not to jump to any sort of conclusions yet. Besides, why do I even care? He could be lying, sure that would definitely be sketchy, but for now I'll just drop it—it has nothing to do with me.

He had finally snapped back into reality and opened his mouth to speak.
"Oh-no, no. Never mind- it's just—rare."

"Yeah, I reckoned." He sighed, however that snarky smirk in which he had been wearing at the great hall became more visible. "Besides, since you'd mentioned it, it doesn't quite seem that the Slytherins and Gryffindoors really hate each other... or maybe from what I've seen already."

The raven-headed boy's facial expression twisted to what it had been just a few second ago. He furrowed his brows, still not being able to figure out what Lucien was talking about...... No, scratch that, he knew exactly what he had meant, but he chose not to act like it in attempt to feel convinced that it wasn't true.

"W-what do you mean?" Harry's voice came out raspy somehow, but he didn't mind as all he wanted to make sure of was that De Martel did not know about him and Draco Malfoy's thing... or whatever.

"Well, you see, Zabini and... wait- what was her name....?" Lucien placed his index finger along his chin, seeming to be wondering, until he finally caught on. "Oh yeah- Pansy Parkinson. Anyways, we immediately got along pretty well, although I couldn't say the same thing about Malfoy." He responded, making direct eye contact with the green-eyed boy, then shrugging it off, of course, making Harry feel further more suspicious. "And they've seemed to mention something... that all six of you made some sort of truce, am I right?"

Harry let out a breath he didn't know was being held just as he heard the last statement. A wave of relieve suffused him knowing that Lucien didn't refer to anything about him and Malfoy. He then mentally shook his head in order to respond.

"Yeah. Yeah we did. Y'know, tryna' clear the air and stuff."

There was a brief moment of awkward silence, leaving the two young men randomly gazing at the atmosphere.
Until one of them finally broke it.

"Alright, I think I'll head back right now—not really trying to arrive late again for class." Harry cleared his throat.

"Yeah sure, I'm also gonna' go back down to the dungeons—got a free hour, and maybe start with that essay." Lucien uttered, as he almost spun his heel, but then turned back to face Harry for a moment. "Nice to meet you, Potter."

Harry only nodded, holding a quite fake smile, since that new student kept on surprising him in suspicious ways.
How on Merlin does he know my name?
Did Malfoy mention me to him?

As soon as Harry snapped himself back into actuality, he noticed that De Martel was already gone into thin air.

What am I thinking?
I'm the chosen one or whatever.
Of course he knows my name.
I was definitely mentioned on the tongue of at least one of the Slytherins... mostly in a negative way.
But Lucien didn't really seem that bad, despite how sketchy he appeared to be.

And with that, the brown-haired boy disregarded all of his thoughts as he recalled that he had his next class—he wasn't really looking forward for a detention just yet.
As soon as he checked the time, his eyes widened further more in shock.

How the fuck did the time pass by so bloody fast!?!?!

He was twenty-two minutes late.

Harry cursed under his breath as he immediately dashed through the hallways, trying his best to arrive as soon as possible.

"Ow!!"

He felt a frustrated groan escape his mouth, and his back slam roughly along the stone wall.